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- The King Fisher concept, where the King is the church and the town is his Kingdom.
- "Let Sleeping Dogs Lie"
- "All Roads Lead to Rome"
- A person / people that are physically incapable of being viewed as people
- "Sorry, I'll Be Home Soon, I'm Out Having a Night with the Boys"
- "Save your Wishes for the Druids of Gaul"
- "Does a Frog's Pope Shit in the Woods?"
- "Everything Good Comes in Threes": The HMS Jernøya (which means Iron Island), Lugwardian vessel
- "China: The Celestial Empire"
- "Gamers Against Gamers Against Weed"
- "Too Old for This Shit": During a depression, the US government is dealing with an economic crash and finds that they are spending too much money on retirement funds (and they don't have the money to do it). Teaming with the SCP Foundation, a subsection of the CIA is devising an anomalous plan to make people doing dangerous jobs die just before they retire.
- "Buying Shoe Polish Like You Have Shoes to Buy Polish For"
- "My Hands Don't Move When I Tell Them To Anymore"
- "When We Are 15 Minutes From Disaster Could I Hold Your Hand Just Once"
- "A Pile of People & Pooches"
- "I Don't Live Life on a Tight Leash, My Cord is just Too Short"
Outlet for Better Thinking
A place for stream of consciousness writing.
So when I am feeling really sad, and I can't write anything else, I sometimes write these stream of consciousness… things. These are those things. Expect them to be 300% edgier than anything else I write. Sorry about that? Whatever. You're the one who chose to stroll through my sandbox, heheh.
The Physical Impossibility of Change in the Mind of Somebody Mourning
He stared in vain at a piece of art that he didn't fully understand. His eyes glanced to the left, the center, the right. But he couldn't figure it out. His mind struggled to wrap its metaphysical tendrils around the large squirming concept of the lines and colors and sensations in front of him. He struggled to grasp just what it was he wasn't getting. What cosmic force pulled these forms together and made people love them. What horrid attraction kept an audience when viewing abstracts and nothings. What crept into their heads at night and whispered sweet lies and ideas into their subconscious, what might build to a yell, a scream and shout. What might build to a tearing want, separating the fabrics from the tapestry of the mind and replacing them with affection and love, desire and attraction, the sheer magnetism of modern art. His eyes twitched, his mind blew its whistles and alarms, his brow furrowed and his forehead greased and sweat. His fist clenched, his heart tensed, his head hung low like a disgraced dog.
He got up, he was done here. He took many, many deep breaths, and continued to stare. It was three lines. One per canvas. One per stroke, one for every time he thought that he had skill. He breathed, he breathed in air and he breathed out poison. He walked down the hallways, he checked out of the museum, he walked down the street and felt the rain hit his flesh and hollow his head. He felt his chest pull at his sinews and muscles, and grip at his soul. He felt and he felt and he felt until there was no feeling anymore. He walked down the sidewalk until the sidewalk was white canvas, and he watched the street until the street was a long dash of ink. He passed people and they appeared like small blots in his vision, and he tore at the insides of his cheeks until he didn't have cheeks to tear at anymore.
He tried and he tried and he tried and he fell far outside of the orbit of comprehensive thought. He fell past his memories, he fell past his reason, and he fell into a pool only full of his emotions. He looked into the sky, and wondered why. Why was such a simple concept so indefinitely outside of his grasp. What were they doing that he wasn't. What was in their heads that wasn't in his. What was happening in their worlds that gave them the talent to draw and have it be loved by the world and renowned globes over. He crept up out of his bed and faced his reflection in his bathroom. He stared at the crinkles in his face and he stared at his eyes and his eyes stared back at him. He stared at the wetness on his clothes and the dampness on his feet. He took off his socks and felt his feet come off with them. He melted into the floor and felt his organs rupture. He vomited but all that came out was his head. He held it in his hands and wondered about it. He cut it in half, opened it, and searched through it. He saw it, tasted it, heard it, and swallowed it. He blacked out, and woke up in his own thoughts.
He wandered that abyss. He looked at his own ideas. He compared them to those three lines, and he had to think. He had to think what made the difference. Were they coincidences that people become famous? Was it timing? He sat down in defeat. He felt his own works, caressed there every edge and worked every crevice. He could feel their intrinsic meaning. That's what people said, you know. That the thing about modern art is not what it depicts, it's all the meaning behind it. He didn't think that was true, because if that was the measure for works then he would climb to the top and he was sure that there were many others that would as well. He laid down, and wondered if it was all frivolous. He told himself that a work was held in subjectivity, that beauty was in the eyes of the beholder. There was a general consensus over everything, and that's how things got famous. If they hit home with everybody. It was coincidence, then. If his mind worked in any way different from what the public would latch onto, then he couldn't make works that would get him any recognition.
He was doomed to fail from the start. Even difference and innovation is only appreciated if it's exactly as the public wants it, which doesn't make it different or innovative. All tethers to this world left him. He drifted in a directionless void. His arms flowed and legs flailed, fighting against the lack of focus. He wanted to be grounded again. He wanted so badly to be grounded again. Just once again, it would be nice to feel ground under his feet. Some level of foundation. He thought absently whether foundation was only what society decided it to be.
He broke into fragments and scattered, and nobody ever quite put the pieces back together.
"It's interesting… I'll give it that."
"Yeah, it's… certainly something."
"It definitely most certainly exists in some way shape or form. Did the infinite edginess come across?"
"There was indeed a large quantity of excess edge. Edge-cess, you could say."
"Heehee, 'edge overflow'."
"Three edge five you."
Click here.
"Mmmm, props to this story, good little short. I'm not a party person."
"I would be the Richard in this story."
"Though I like hanging out with my friends, and would sorta try and fit in with the shenanigans. Kinda reminds me of my latest trip with the gang, sheesh, fun times, makes me feel all fuzzy inside."
"I think it's a really entertaining and well-intentioned-feel-goody read that made me laugh almost all the way through. It's relatable, and the characters are well written, and the story itself is so believable you could pass it off as your own college experience."
"Haha this is great, very Series 2."
The Gospel of William Boyd
It had been three days since the crash. He did not know if anyone was coming to get him, or when they would be here. He had found a very friendly cave to sleep in. It was not actually particularly friendly, but assigning this adjective to it made him feel more at ease with sleeping there. There were some very nice fruit trees that he had found. The kind that were easy to climb, and bore lots of fruit. The fruit these trees produced were a rose color and were filled with juice. Will presumed them to be a sort of plum.
William H. Boyd had been raised a Presbyterian. His whole life he had attended church, followed the rules, listened to his parents, the whole thing. He was uniform. A pristinely made model of Christian values. His beliefs were his parents, and their beliefs their parents. It was a lineage of gospel and faith. William H. Boyd had been raised a Christian. So when he pulled himself from the wreckage, miraculously unscathed, he had faith. Even though there was no sign of another human being anywhere, he had faith. His trips to church and hours in Sunday school had taught him that if he had faith he could do miraculous things. And Will had faith.
He passed the time by thinking. Sometimes he would pray too. He went back and forth between the two so often that they developed a fluidity between each other. Thinking was praying and praying was thinking. Will Boyd would pray that someone would find him. He prayed that when they found him, they would enjoy his presence, that he would present himself in a congenial manner. Will prayed that God might bestow upon him food and water, so he may live another day. He prayed that the sun went down at the right time and that the moon shone bright, just so that he knew some of his prayers came true. Will would awake in the morning and go to the top of the hill above his cave and he would sit on a great rock overlooking the forest and then he would pray. He would pray that his soul was pure, he would pray that if it wasn't that his flaws could be overlooked. He would pray that his bones were strong enough to let him stand when he was done praying.
William Boyd prayed that his parents loved him. Since he was young, Will Boyd had faith in just that. That his parents loved him. He knew his parents loved him. He still prayed that they did. He prayed that his eyes stayed closed this whole experience, because if he saw the world he didn't want to see it void of God. He wanted to touch angel wings, to caress their every feather and feel their hollow bones. He prayed to be wrapped in mists and fogs, so that he might be able to remove all of his distractions.
Will Boyd felt something sniff at his side, and looked to find a wolf. The thing had a lame leg and blood on its breath. Boyd prayed that the animals and plants in Christ's kingdom would respect his presence. Will wanted to not want anymore. Will needed to not need anymore, or else Will wouldn't be happy. Will knew nobody was coming for him. Will prayed that they would, but Will knew he wasn't heard. How could he be, when the screams of people all over the earth shouted that God didn't exist? God's ears were full of the yells of the non-believers, and he couldn't hear prayers anymore. He could hear prayers just as well as he could answer them. Will prayed for God to have a voice again, so he could hear him, but God was hoarse and had a thirst left unquenched. God was riddled full of holes, each growing larger as more and more guns were fired, bombs were dropped, people slaughtered and children beaten.
Will Boyd fell back to earth, and shattered a rib. Will slowly made his way back to his cave, and laid down. A fire burned as the night went on, attracting a great variety of creatures and critters and moths that circled around him. He fell into a restful sleep, and believed. He believed it will get better. He turned in his sheets, pulled his blankets above his head, and prayed he could call in sick tomorrow morning.
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Dark's Other Stuff
MUSIC: Make Ihp's metal song, and also do what's behind this collapsible:
3:32 PM <mayoculpa> darkstuff I'm more good at singing than instrumentation but if you send me a melody I could do super basic keyboard parts and decent backup vocals
3:32 PM <&DarkStuff> ooOOOooo
3:32 PM <&MaliceAF> look at you talented people
3:32 PM <&MaliceAF> I'll just be over here with my crappy drafts thank you very much
3:32 PM <&DarkStuff> mayoculpa: And then I could do the rest of the instrumentation
3:33 PM <mayoculpa> I seem to have six ideas for every draft I get to crittable level so far
3:33 PM <&DarkStuff> So you do keyboard and backup vocals, I do melody and other stuff
3:33 PM <mayoculpa> yisss darkstuff this could be so good
3:33 PM <&DarkStuff> Gonna copy this short conversation into my sandbox
3:33 PM <&DarkStuff> So I remember
REMEMBER: "Hey, I'm sorry that what I said might have upset you, can you help me understand why?"
<DarkStuff>: I just don't know what to do
<DarkStuff>: Yes
<Hippo>: -oh! oh, no, you aren't coming off as whiny
<DarkStuff>: Yeah, no, I can talk about it calml
<DarkStuff>: calmly*
<DarkStuff>: And I would love to
<Hippo>: ->but at the same time I also see why people attacked you over what you said (I don't think that it is really helpful for you but I also understand why they did like)
<Hippo>: (IDK I guess I can see several sides and it's like I don't think anyone's really being 'bad' just a lot of confusion and frustration)
<DarkStuff>: I honestly don't. I mean, here's what I can assume:
<DarkStuff>: As EdeFabry said, there are Trans people who use makeup to feel more womanly
<Hippo>: like it's a step deeper than that I think
<DarkStuff>: And… well yeah, that's where that is
<Hippo>: like, hm
<DarkStuff>: People feeling uncomfortable with their bodies
<DarkStuff>: And using makeup to feel more confident in themselves
<Hippo>: Right; people altering themselves somehow to make the way they present more in line with the way they feel about themselves
<Hippo>: But like, *everyone* does that
<DarkStuff>: Yeah
<Hippo>: even the clothes you choose
<Hippo>: Are just kind of… make-up, in a sense >_>
<DarkStuff>: It's clothes too - the feeling, my /feeling/, all it is, is that I think people care too much about their looks. There are obviously /reasons/ for this.
<DarkStuff>: Cultural reasons, personal reasons
<DarkStuff>: And "too much" is subjective in every single case
<DarkStuff>: But I wish that people were more confident in how they looked normally, and then I wish that other people didn't pressure people into feeling like they have to alter their looks
<Hippo>: right and, I think I'm more or less in the same boat in you in the sense that I don't really care at all how I look beyond I don't want to look so bad people have trouble interacting with me
<Hippo>: but simultaneously I don't think someone is *wrong* to care more about how they look or present
<Hippo>: or that they need to, or should, care less
<Hippo>: I just perceive that as a different value, if that makes sense; kind of like how some people care about football scores >_>
<DarkStuff>: It's not even usually a judge of their character. It's not like I don't befriend people who wear make up, that I somehow think they are /worse/ or something
<Hippo>: *the same boat in you = the same bout with you
<Hippo>: right you just parse their interest in how they present themselves as something they're stressing out over that you wish they wouldn't
<DarkStuff>: It just, I can't help it. Seeing /how/ many people wear makeup everyday, and how much they do, it's not.. It's not /sickening/. I feel like people in site19 thought I was repulsed by the people themselves.
<Hippo>: And I mean I think it's cool that you don't give any fucks about how they present themselves, you're happy with them however they are
<DarkStuff>: It's a saddening. Sadness that so many people feel the need to change their looks for others.
<Hippo>: I mean tbh if you were repulsed/sickened by make-up I don't think that would be 'wrong'
<nonfreepizza>: I'm nervous to interject for a moment because I don't want to cause another flare up but
<Hippo>: but - simultaneously I think it can feel a little paternal, if that's the right word? - for you to, well
<DarkStuff>: Is that a finished thought? I can't tell
<DarkStuff>: nonfreepizza: feel free to interject
<Hippo>: basically be like 'I wish you could just take the make-up off and be more comfortable with who you are without it'
<DarkStuff>: Yeah, it's not that simple for people
<nonfreepizza>: I'm not sure I can agree with the idea that people who wear makeup are "changing their looks"
<Hippo>: altering their presentation, maybe?
<Hippo>: altering the way they present themselves I mean
<nonfreepizza>: because what is "their" look
<Hippo>: oh, right
<Hippo>: there is not some platonic ideal image of them that they're straying away from
<DarkStuff>: They choose how they present themselves
<nonfreepizza>: using makeup
<DarkStuff>: So if they wear makeup all the time, that /is/ their look, I guess
<Hippo>: Right
<Hippo>: Like that's a part of who they are
<nonfreepizza>: so I don't mean to uhh
<DarkStuff>: Right
<nonfreepizza>: anything but
<Hippo>: and it's easy for someone to parse what you said, then, as an attack on who they are?
<DarkStuff>: Yeah, I guess it could be
<nonfreepizza>: like "I wish people wouldn't feel the need to wear makeup" can easily be read as "I wish people would stick with the look that they were given"
<DarkStuff>: I mean, clearly it was
<nonfreepizza>: makeup is cheaper than plastic surgery
<nonfreepizza>: last I checked
<Hippo>: haha
<DarkStuff>: Well, I see the point you are making, but plastic surgery makes me unhappy in exactly the same way
<DarkStuff>: Except! Except:
<Hippo>: I mean DarkStuff again I am definitely, like, on the same page as you as… at least being *baffled* with how important people's outward presentation is to them, and how important it is to them to control it
<DarkStuff>: You know, getting a gender change. You want to look like the other gender that you weren't biologically before
<DarkStuff>: I get the gender stuff
<Hippo>: like that has never made much sense to me but that's partly because I've long disassociated any sense of happiness with how I physically present
<Hippo>: (or with my body in *general*)
<DarkStuff>: Hippo: I guess you feel the same why I do except that you have gotten a deeper understanding for it than I have
<Hippo>: but like, it is *incredibly* important to other people, and while I remain baffled I don't need to understand it to respect it
<Hippo>: "okay you really care about makeup and that makes no sense to me but I respect that it's an intrinsic part of you even if I just don't get it"
<Hippo>: "I wish it didn't cause you so much stress, but I accept that it's super-important"
<DarkStuff>: I dunno, I… but you could do that mentality of "I accept that it's super-important" with /anything/
<Hippo>: I also used to feel pretty similarly about plastic surgery DarkStuff but IDK having interacted with a lot of transgender people and people in general I've kind of come to the conclusion that, like… if it's integral to you being happy, if it's important, then I'm just going to accept it as part of what your requirements for happiness are
<Hippo>: right, and that is — kind of how I approach things — a couple of exceptions but in general, "I accept that it's super-important for you" is a statement I make about a lot of things I don't understand
<DarkStuff>: And then you could gloss over potentially extremely harmful things
<DarkStuff>: Okay, well, I don't know where to make the exceptions
<Hippo>: Well, yes, but — IDK I've learned that what I see as harmful isn't always harmful and — yeah like
<DarkStuff>: You're right that make-up is probably one of them
<DarkStuff>: Isn't*
<Hippo>: "<@DarkStuff> Okay, well, I don't know where to make the exceptions" <— like this is a sentiment I find myself expressing a lot
<DarkStuff>: Isn't an exception to the "follow your bliss" rule*
<Hippo>: like there are extreme cases where I'm like "Okay this is clearly… not healthy for you, even if you think it is"
<DarkStuff>: Right
<Hippo>: but it's usually almost never that easy to identify
<DarkStuff>: Yeah…
<Hippo>: Make-up definitely isn't even close to the far-end of that spectrum
<nonfreepizza>: oh I just thought of something
<DarkStuff>: See, I wish some people in the chat just approached me as calmly about shit as you have
<Hippo>: darkstuff: haha well keep in mind
<Hippo>: I am someone for whom makeup *isn't* important
<Hippo>: so it's actually pretty easy for me to be calm about it
<nonfreepizza>: somewhat almost related to this
<DarkStuff>: If I seek them out, there are plenty people on the chat (you, Bored_King, I know some others but I can't remember)
<DarkStuff>: That talk to me calmly about stuff they don't completely agree with me on
<nonfreepizza>: but a paradigm shift is happening in the world
<DarkStuff>: And I just wish that the immediate reaction to an opinion you /really/ don't agree with wasn't personal attacks
<DarkStuff>: Or taking things as personal attacks
<nonfreepizza>: it's bringing our culture towards a better place
<DarkStuff>: I am a chill dude
<DarkStuff>: I will talk with you about stuff
<nonfreepizza>: and with more uhh better everything in general
<DarkStuff>: And I would /love/ to hear about where you disagree with me
<nonfreepizza>: but it's happening so quick as to be anomalous
<nonfreepizza>: so that the foundation has to quash it to preserve normalcy
<DarkStuff>: Because finding ideas that challenge mine is half of personal development
<Hippo>: darkstuff: sure, yeah - I don't think - hm like it's maybe a mistake to fall into this idea that it's wrong to take things personal if they are personal to you; I do try to understand when someone is frustrated and they express that frustration, even if it comes off as a personal attack toward me, maybe it's because this is sensitive for them, or someone they care about
<Hippo>: *take things personal = take things personally
<Hippo>: nonfreepizza: foundation enforcing ethical status quo?
<nonfreepizza>: yeah, because their job is to preserve normalcy
<DarkStuff>: I… I wish I could feel that, but I don't get /angry/ back dude
<nonfreepizza>: and they're not against massive global paradigm shifts
<DarkStuff>: I get sad, my heart races and I get really confused and sad
<DarkStuff>: And no amount of trying to figure out where they're coming from makes me not take it personally when people seem to attack me
<nonfreepizza>: also DarkStuff I looked up at the chat log again and I see maybe one line that could be taken by someone in a neutral state of mind as a personal attack
<DarkStuff>: Even when it's just words on a screen
<DarkStuff>: Which line?
<nonfreepizza>: I mean towards you
<DarkStuff>: Oh
<nonfreepizza>: but there was a lot of disagreement and chat was going fast, so it's understandable that you may have felt like you were under attack
<DarkStuff>: It was just two guys
<DarkStuff>: Maxson was being silly while disagreeing
<DarkStuff>: EdeFabry was being completely respectful and even warned me
<DarkStuff>: And then Taffeta directly mocked me and Drakkar pinged me
<Hippo>: darkstuff: I tend not to get angry back either I think I can count on one hand the amount of times I've been actually *angry* with someone, here. That being said I think like, hm
<DarkStuff>: It's /just/ out of the chat log and I can't quote it
<nonfreepizza>: yeah I saw what taffeta said and it didn't seem like it was an attack either
<Hippo>: one strategy I've developed sometimes when I feel under attack is taking a step back and literally just saying "Okay, look, I'm getting kind of anxious and feel under attack, can someone just take me aside and talk this out more gently with me"
<nonfreepizza>: just a quite sarcastic way of saying "other people have reasons besides vanity for wearing makeup"
<Hippo>: ultimately I also don't think it's about whether or not it was *legitimately* an attack but how it felt to you; like a lot of times it doesn't have to be a legit attack for it to feel like an attack
<Hippo>: and when a lot of people are talking at once it becomes hard to even tell
<DarkStuff>: nonfreepizza: He quoted me and then said something along the lines of "People can only have the intentions for wearing make up that I apply to them!"
<nonfreepizza>: yeah like I said, sarcastic
<DarkStuff>: It felt very bad
<nonfreepizza>: that's probably how it felt to them
<nonfreepizza>: like that's what they were reading
<nonfreepizza>: even if you didn't mean to come off as that
<Hippo>: maybe! maybe not I mean I don't know it's hard to tell, sometimes — but when I'm frustrated/feeling attacked I find that expressing how I feel outloud and making it clear that I need everyone to slow down can help
<nonfreepizza>: but in any case
<DarkStuff>: Yeah, I was already thinking that next time this happens in #site19 I'll ping the person and say "In what way have I offended you"
<Hippo>: And if I'm in a space where people will respond to that sort of thing (me asking for people to slow down/help me feel less anxious) by just escalating it further then I leave that space because it ain't a space I want to be part of
<nonfreepizza>: it's a bit over now
<nonfreepizza>: deep breaths were taken
<DarkStuff>: Hippo: Yeah that's why I came over here
<Hippo>: Darkstuff: haha I mean that is actually probably just going to infuriate them more if you phrase it that way (and they are legit frustrated)
<DarkStuff>: Well then /how/ do I phrase it
<Hippo>: "In what way have I offended you" — like I get that your intention is good here but
<DarkStuff>: How do I ask how to remedy the situation
<Hippo>: that definitely comes off as "I'm sorry that you feel like I owe you an apology"
Hippo thinks
<nonfreepizza>: "it seems like I upset you, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to"
<Hippo>: "Hey, I'm sorry that what I said might have upset you, can you help me understand why?"
<nonfreepizza>: something along those lines
<DarkStuff>: Hippo: That seems good
<Hippo>: I think is a pretty neutral way to put it
<nonfreepizza>: oh hey I just realised
<Hippo>: and keep in mind too that "No, I can't right now" is a legit answer, sometimes people just don't have the energy to explain, but they also shouldn't just be trying to make you feel like crap because you might have said the wrong thing
<Hippo>: like there's a balance between
<nonfreepizza>: we're brainstorming ways to handle this situation
<nonfreepizza>: we're #brainstormers
<DarkStuff>: That we are
<Hippo>: being respectful toward others and acknowledging that you might have said a thing that's upsetting toward them
<nonfreepizza>: we're on topic again
<Hippo>: and being respectful to *yourself* and not letting people beat the shit out of you verbally because you might have just made a mistake
<Hippo>: like both of those things are v. important
<DarkStuff>: See, I don't know how to not let people beat me up other than leaving
<nonfreepizza>: first thing you need to think in my IMO
<nonfreepizza>: is defuse, don't defend
<Hippo>: mostly I think it's just by expressing that you're feeling attacked and you need things to slow down so you can understand, and
<Hippo>: if people respond by slowing down and helping you then okay
<Hippo>: you know you're in a good situation
<Hippo>: if they don't, then yeah no they're just trying to make you feel like shit
<DarkStuff>: Yeah
<DarkStuff>: Okay then
<DarkStuff>: None of this makes me feel much better, but:
<DarkStuff>: I have a plan of action next time it happens
<DarkStuff>: And if that works, then I /will/ feel much better
<nonfreepizza>: yay
<DarkStuff>: Of course, might not happen for a while
<nonfreepizza>: knock on wood
<nonfreepizza>: but hm
<nonfreepizza>: thinking about that idea earlier
<DarkStuff>: I mean, first time I brought something up in #site19 was about… fucking, it was about meeting violence with violence (and how you shouldn't)
<nonfreepizza>: re:foundation stopping a faster-than-normal paradigm shift
<nonfreepizza>: at what point should they intervene
<DarkStuff>: And then apparently that was too heavy and controversial (it's controversial?) a topic
<DarkStuff>: So I decided I wouldn't bring up opinions of a political nature again
<DarkStuff>: And then I mentioned makeup
<DarkStuff>: And I backed out before I allowed that to reach the same proportions, but it looked like it was headed in that direction (even the same people)
<DarkStuff>: So I don't know
<DarkStuff>: I don't know /what/ opinion I would now feel safe about bringing up in 3site19
<DarkStuff>: fucking
<DarkStuff>: #site19*
<Hippo>: I'm sorry that you don't feel better about the situation but I'm glad you have a clear plan of action in case it happens again!
<DarkStuff>: It's stupid too, right? I mean
<DarkStuff>: These people aren't in person with me
<DarkStuff>: I will likely never meet them
<DarkStuff>: And they will likely never have a big impact on my life
<Hippo>: DarkStuff: haha *WELL*
<nonfreepizza>: you're upset because you upset other people
<DarkStuff>: So why do I care so much about what they think about me
<nonfreepizza>: that's a good thing imo
<nonfreepizza>: you don't like hurting people
<DarkStuff>: nonfreepizza: That's certainly the optimistic angle, and I don't think I can disagree
<Hippo>: DarkStuff: you could say
<Hippo>: that this experience might help you understand at least *one* reason why someone would wear make-up xD
<DarkStuff>: Hardy har
<Hippo>: I mean I am serious but also not-serious
<DarkStuff>: Fair though
<DarkStuff>: Yeah no I got that
<Hippo>: the way people perceive us is super-important to us
<Hippo>: and I imagine you feel bad because you don't like being perceived as an ignorant transphobic jerk
<DarkStuff>: We are at our base social creatures
<Hippo>: which is reasonable! and to be clear I don't perceive you that way!
<DarkStuff>: Yes, I would say that I definitively do /not/ like feeling like they think I am ignorant and transphobic
<DarkStuff>: Well thank you~
<Hippo>: and I don't think anyone in that chat really perceives you as that way either; maybe some perceive you as ignorant, but I mean, that's a perception that will vanish with time and patience (most negative perceptions do)
<DarkStuff>: Do they?
<Hippo>: (and frakly everyone is a little ignorant anyway so)
<DarkStuff>: Nobody is perfect, no
<Hippo>: Yeah I don't think negative perceptions typically survive proximity with someone unless that person is like, chronically bad
<DarkStuff>: Like, actually bad
<Hippo>: like OKAY if you are actually pretty transphobic I think that people will keep perceiving you that way the more they interact with you
<Hippo>: but if you're just kind of clueless about certain things sometimes then I think continued interaction will lead them to realize you just don't have a lot of experience with certain things (and as you gain that experience even that perception will fade)
<DarkStuff>: Well, for Drakkar and Taffeta this is the second time that they have seen DarkStuff come in and say something that clearly rubbed them the wrong way about something they are passionate for
<nonfreepizza>: you could uhm
<Hippo>: Taffeta is a pretty chill person and I'm pretty sure they'll be fine with you if you just try not to be a jerk
<nonfreepizza>: maybe PM them and apologize for upsetting them
<Hippo>: I don't know anything about Drakkar but I mean most people are pretty chill if you act chill
<DarkStuff>: nonfreepizza: Are you sure? That feels intrusive
<DarkStuff>: Especially since the moment seems to have passed for them
<nonfreepizza>: if I said "uhm" that kinda implies a bit of uhm hesitation
<DarkStuff>: Right
<nonfreepizza>: but
<Hippo>: If it's really bothering you, you could do that. That being said I think — yeah, I mean, if I were in your shoes, I might just let it go. Either that or just
<nonfreepizza>: it might be seen as awkward at worst
<nonfreepizza>: I don't think that they'd think any worse of you
<nonfreepizza>: especially if you're sincere
<DarkStuff>: Hippo: That or..?
<nonfreepizza>: be like "hey sorry about earlier" not in those exact words
<Hippo>: —I mean there's nothing wrong with being a little awkward xD Just saying "Hey, look, I'm sorry if what I said earlier was upsetting, I'm still working some of this out" might be fine. But — I think also like
<Hippo>: If they've moved on, you should try to move on too? IDK if it's important to you then sure, initiate that conversation. If you feel like you can leave it be, though, then leave it be.
<DarkStuff>: If I leave it be it will pass
<DarkStuff>: If I don't leave it be and he's cool about it it will pass faster
<DarkStuff>: But it was also Drakkar
<DarkStuff>: And I just straight up don't feel comfortable talking to Drakkar right now
<DarkStuff>: From previous interactions he has been very very scathing and I am scared of him
WILSON'S: This is your explanation.
6:49 AM <DarkStuff> The organisation was founded in 1997, for future reference
6:49 AM <Balthazaar> Hmm, right
6:49 AM <Balthazaar> Maybe just some guy then
6:50 AM <DarkStuff> (When I write the Hub for this GoI, I will specify a lot of this)
6:51 AM <Balthazaar> Cool
6:51 AM <Balthazaar> If I were to start soon, what would I need to know?
6:51 AM <Balthazaar> Also, where is it, are there any key players, what's the Foundations deal with handling these guys
6:53 AM <DarkStuff> Hmmm
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6:55 AM <DarkStuff> You would need to know that Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions is both a Wildlife Service (getting out and shooting away raccoons, handling bears, etc.), an environmentalist group (think the Fish & Wildlife Service in California, I’m pretty sure one of their main goals is ecosystem preservation), and a Wildlife Rescue
6:55 AM <DarkStuff> The Rescue part is what lets them get away with taking animals in, because it can be under the guise of rehabilitation
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6:57 AM <Balthazaar> Right, so they relocate anomalous wildlife to the areas they control?
6:57 AM <Balthazaar> And also try to study them?
6:57 AM <DarkStuff> Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions also has a more “naturalist” vector of containment. When possible, Wilson’s Wildlife is likely to keep the Wildlife wild, even if they are anomalous. As an example, with the crowd from SCP-3466, those crows are still allowed to fly around and be crows
6:57 AM <Balthazaar> While also doing standard wildlife services stuff?
6:57 AM <Balthazaar> Right
6:57 AM <DarkStuff> They are less interested in studying, but pretty much yes
7:00 AM <DarkStuff> Tim Wilson is their leader and he is 50 or 60 something. He is also the ambassador to the Foundation, and as such is in closest contact with them out of all of Wilson’s Wildlife (would make sense). MTF Beta-4, “Castaways”, are in some number comprised of previous Wilson’s Wildlife employees that got hired by the Foundation due to their remarkable work
7:00 AM <Balthazaar> Right
7:01 AM <DarkStuff> A lot of people who are offered to get hired into MTF Beta-4 from Wilson’s Wildlife recuse the offer because this company is full of friends, but since MTF Beta-4 pays better and still works with Wilson’s some don’t mind
7:01 AM <DarkStuff> I think the last thing you should know is that Wilson’s Wildlife has roughly 40 employees
7:01 AM <Balthazaar> Right
7:01 AM <Balthazaar> So small, ok
7:01 AM <DarkStuff> Mhmm
7:01 AM <DarkStuff> Fairly small
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7:01 AM <Balthazaar> How would the Foundation work with them?
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7:02 AM <Balthazaar> Beyond just sort of overriding them as they normally do
7:02 AM <DarkStuff> MTF Beta-4 is assigned to assist and monitor them. If Wilson’s Wildlife is out to contain something, and MTF Beta-4 has nothing better to do, they will help
7:03 AM <DarkStuff> The Foundation is also viable to give funding to Wilson’s Wildlife when they need it
7:03 AM <Balthazaar> Right
7:03 AM <Balthazaar> What does the Foundation get out of it?
7:04 AM <DarkStuff> Some containment efforts are truly joint, like in SCP-3153, where Wilson’s will find and obtain the anomaly and then bring it back to Site-64 where the Foundation can lock it up
7:04 AM <DarkStuff> The Foundation gets to have some other people do their job, is what they get
7:05 AM <DarkStuff> Site-64 is much more concerned with Three Portlands and Anderson Robotics. Wilson’s Wildlife largely takes care of the anomalous nexus that is Boring, Oregon and while getting a lot of their own money and equipment. Particularly good MTF Beta-4 members can be put into other Task Forces, so the Foundation also gets a hiring pool.
7:06 AM <DarkStuff> The Foundation is pretty much okay with this as long as they supervise because they have bigger fish to fry and it’s nice to have someone take all the time wasting smaller things
7:06 AM <Balthazaar> Right
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